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My name is Laura.

I’m 21, though I’m always mistaken for being older.

I live in Western New York, and have a few good ideas on what to do about it.

When I was a child, I wanted to chase tornadoes.

I still do; just not the ones from the sky.

I don’t believe in paychecks and offices. It couldn’t concern me less what sort of car I drive, or clothing label I wear. My every ambition and deepest intention is to go where I shouldn’t go, but need to be, anyway.

Because of that, I live for moments that can’t be put into words. Monotony and day-to-day lifestyle just can’t fit with me. I need to take the back roads, try the locked doors, and wander the forgotten corridors. I love the scent of old books, dusty theaters, and drawing paper. I love ink and paintbrushes.

And I am forever, passionately in love with this crazy, tragic, powerful, spellbinding, exhilarating, maddening, blazing, brilliant, beautiful, extraordinary thing called “living.”


Here you sit on your high-backed chair-
Wonder how the view is from there.
I wouldn't know, 'cause I like to sit
Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor.
If you like we could play a game:
Let's pretend that we are the same.
But you will have to look much closer
Than you do, closer than you do.

And I'm far too tired to stay here anymore,
And I don't care what you think anyway-
'Cause I think you were wrong about me.
Yeah what if you were? What if you were?

And what if I'm a snowstorm burning?
What if I'm a world unturning?
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep?
What if I'm the kindest demon,
Something you may not believe in,
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?

I know you've got it figured out.
Tell me what I am all about,
And I just might learn a thing or two
Hundred about you, maybe about you.
I'm the end of your telescope,
I don't change just to suit your vision;
'Cause I am bound by a fraying rope,
Around my hands, tied around my hands.

And you close your eyes when I say I'm breaking free,
And put your hands over both your ears-
Because you cannot stand to believe I'm not
The perfect girl you thought-
Well, what have I got to lose?

And what if I'm a weeping willow
Laughing tears upon my pillow?
What if I'm a socialite who wants to be alone?
What if I'm a toothless leopard,
What if I'm a sheepless shepherd,
What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?

You don't know me.
Never will, never will.
I'm outside your picture frame
And the glass is breaking now.
You can't see me.
Never will, never will.
If you're never gonna see...

What if I'm a crowded desert,
Too much pain with little pleasure?
What if I'm the nicest place you never want to go?
What if I don't know who I am?
Will that keep us both from trying
To find out and when you have
Be sure to let me know..

What if I'm a snowstorm burning?
What if I'm a world unturning?
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep?
What if I'm the kindest demon?
Something you may not believe in..
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?
Sleep...
Sleep...
-- Emilie Autumn

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